In Defiance of Melancholy

When dark, depressing moods consume the joys
of living, we shrink from the world of men
and act like children with their gloomy toys;
we recall a time when this has not been.
O Melancholy, how you daunt us so!
Why are we the doomed apples of your eye?
Too oft', wherever you lurk, there we go
to your tomb where we then despair and die.
But, like Lazarus, we rise in the morn
with renewed life, grace, joy, and faith to cope;
like his Resurrection, we are reborn:
O Gloom, where are you now that we have hope?
O Melancholy, take heed and beware,
for your tomb of our despair now dies there!

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
Read 559 times Editors' choice Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:05

John holliday
Having been through the datk, I love the fact that hope triumphs in the end, beautifully written.....words flow like honey 2018-06-21

Editorial Team
From 20 May to 3 June, we asked the community to select their favorite texts on PB, dated from 2005 to today. This text has been nominated to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting it on our poetry website! 2018-06-06

ken d williams
Bravo, Ngoc. To sit and type in the mood we are in - is capture the moment!
Ken 2018-05-25